What You See Aint Really Me

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Thursday, May 8, 2008

From the things that make you ill

staring at the ground to scared to wonder why lost amongst the reasons not knowing why you try searching brings you nothing on this journey of despair as you toil desperately it seems so damn unfair everywhere such happiness yet not enough to spare again you wonder aimlessly surrounded by your... Sign in to see full entry.

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Wednesday, May 7, 2008

You feel the breeze of danger

somewhere down that alley the darkness it resides the nature of its evil and the souls in which it hides passing by a stranger on an eveing stroll you feel the breeze of danger blowing in control evil thoughts are whispered they chill your very spine deep within the loneliness the confines of your... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, April 5, 2008

Instinct has no conscious

his ice tipped hair frozen from the night stung like needles against his skin a break in the storm nowhere in sight as frostbite settled in hunger now owned his mind survival his motivation the plane wreck three days ago had left the others dead his lovers body lifeless the carnage claimed her head... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, April 4, 2008

an evil bedtime notion...

truly evil thoughts are real invading with such dark appeal stripping comfort with such zeal in their nightmares they can feel how our presence turns the wheel and imagines their emotion then evil spurns a wicked deal laying waste to their devotion just a taste to make you squeal an evil bedtime... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 31, 2008

a little wack and out of touch

some folks seem a bit distraught and disturbed by what i write my imagination is wound up and the viloence a bit up tight this ain't no daily journal ain't whining about my day a little wack and out of touch my thoughts are here to play hatred violence death and such served up and here to stay if i... Sign in to see full entry.

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Sunday, March 30, 2008

His whiskey thick his women thin

Been a while since I seen Buck heard tell he's back in town that crazy ass old wild fuck pretty brave to show his self around Buck McCoy a stretch more than brave and a crazy old wild fuck sent many cowboys to their grave heard tell McCoy had killin' luck his whiskey thick his women thin pistols by... Sign in to see full entry.

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Thursday, March 20, 2008

gettin hungry for somone a young and tasty treat gonna strip it from the bone the madman needs to eat been hiding out in the woods near the old logging camps living off old homeless fuckers and the putrid grizzled flesh of tramps taste buds cravin, stirring up his mind wild eyed ravin', the crazy... Sign in to see full entry.

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Monday, March 10, 2008

When they closed the slaughterhouse

growing up ain't normal man with the slaughter house next door first the bullet cracks out loud noisy chains then wrap the feet hoist the cow,guts hit the floor then start to cut the meat every single fuckin day the killin' wouldn't stop except for those times twice a day thats when he'd go and mop... Sign in to see full entry.

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Friday, March 7, 2008

swallowed by the memories

the wind blew cold through the canyons late that night the end of the journey off in the distance still nowhere in sight this was no place to be found caught out here alone fear would soon surround and cut straight to the bone swallowed by the memories of how his father died wasn't all that far from... Sign in to see full entry.

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Saturday, February 9, 2008

no one cared and no one cried

looking back at once was me cant hardly believe the things i see things i did or things i said fuck this shit came from my head hard to fathom that i had friends all living in our own dead ends no escape fuck no one tried no one cared and no one cried but when alone we could not hide and to... Sign in to see full entry.

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this blog will take you into the darker sides of my poetic energy.You will read things that will make you think I am very twisted or even insane and willing to commit acts of violence beyond your comprehension.Or just some lewd poetry or very opioniated poetry.Thus the title.What you see aint really me.But then again you never know ya' know.

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